Amarillo By Morning (2) [Live] (Remastered) Songtext
von George Strait

Amarillo by mornin′
Up from San Antone (thank you)
Everything that I've got
Is just what I′ve got on
When that sun is high
In that Texas sky
I'll be buckin' at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin′
Amarillo I′ll be there


They took my saddle in Houston
Broke my leg in Sante Fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
But I'll be looking for eight
When they pull that gate
And I hope that
Judge ain′t blind
Amarillo by mornin'
Amarillo′s on my mind

Amarillo by mornin'
Up from San Antone
Everything that I′ve got
Is just what I've got on
I ain't got a dime
But what I′ve got is mine
I ain′t rich
But Lord, I'm free
Amarillo by mornin′
And Amarillo's where I′ll be

Amarillo by mornin'
Amarillo′s where I'll be

Thank you very much, alright
Thank you, alright
So how it goes?
I'll swear we′re gonna move up here
So how it goes Massachusetts?
Thank you very much, I appreciate it